7:30 in the morning.
It was very quiet.
Jiang Qiao stood atop the highest building in Bin City, silently watching a streak of blood-red slowly rise from the horizon and gradually stain the entire sky.
"What's going on?"
At this hour, the city had long since awakened.
Whether ordinary residents,
the Relevant Department personnel rushing along the roads, or the rescue teams and disaster survivors in North City District,
everyone,
so long as they were conscious,
so long as their eyes could still see,
all looked up toward the sky in unspoken unison, toward the scarlet spreading like ink on rice paper.
"Could it be another disaster?"
They had learned their lesson.
Upon seeing the abnormal color, this thought leaped into the minds of everyone in the city at almost the exact same moment.
Then.
Fear, panic, tension, anxiety...
Filled everyone's minds.
"Damn it!"
"Why is there another disaster? I haven't had time to leave yet!"
"Run!"
"Damn it, I said yesterday that we should leave. It's all your fault—you insisted we wait two more days and see what happened."
"What's the use of saying that now?"
"Get out of the city first!"
Many families began cursing and blaming one another before scrambling out of their homes, trying to drive away from Bin City.
The terror of the day before yesterday.
Was still vivid in their minds.
They didn't want to experience it again.
Vehicles poured out of every residential compound and neighborhood.
The roads were soon completely jammed.
Cursing.
Anger.
Furious honking.
Trading insults was commonplace, and in many places, a single disagreement had already escalated into physical fights.
In the face of fear,
people easily lost their rationality.
They only wanted to flee as quickly as possible, to leave this city that might bring death.
Besides cars,
motorcycles,